New York, New York

After a 2 hour delay, including 1 hour sitting on the plane, I made it to New York.  Walking out onto 7th Ave at 33rd St was exhilarating.  I tried to get a cab but found a big line.  I figured I could take it on myself.  I started walking to 1st Ave to find a cab there.  I walked from 7th Ave to Park Ave and found a cab there but was refused when I said I needed to get to 104th.  LAME.  I found the 6 and had to pull my bags through the turnstile, backwards.  I let 2 trains pass before I got on.  Not so bad.  The car was air conditioned and I got to sit for most of the ride.  So I make it to the 103rd St station and walk the 4 blocks to 1st Ave.  Josh meets me half way and carries half my stuff.  Thankfully, too, because I was sick of it.

Now I am here and it feels weird.  I guess this is my home now but is it?  I don't know where to get groceries or how to read the subway map.  I suppose that is the fun of it but it's a bit depressing in the little moments that feel so alone.  I'm excited to wake up tomorrow with the first full day in front of me.  I'm not really sure what I am going to do but I'm excited for the possibilities and I hope I continue to be excited by those possibilities for a long time ahead.  I know that Chicago was a great basis for a jumping point to New York.  It laid a great foundation for me as far as city life goes.

This is totally ramble-y.  I had more thoughts but apparently forgot them when I decided to type.  I'm good at that.